I took a tour from a survivor who shared with the group in the most humble of ways. What happened during this tour shook my faith in our world a bit. It wasn’t just because I was faced with the reality that mankind can be so demonic to those who allow themselves to be vulnerable to the state that I was so disturbed, although the demonstration of this quality at the museum was quite frank. No, it was that a mother, father and little boy aged 9 that took the tour seemingly quite lamblike were actually wolves reliving the history.
As we walked from exhibit to exhibit, the tour guide took questions and comments from the group. The little boy continued to make me more uncomfortable as he increasingly voiced inappropriate gestures toward the guide. I continued to watch his parents as he blurted out what were obvious slurs and they remained fixed in upright smiles.
At the end of the tour, the group came to the display was of the Nuremburg trials and subsequent hangings and firing squads. The little boy as he witnessed the deadly justice being delivered to the perpetrators of Nazism, screamed out. I thought that the gravity of the museum must have finally gotten to him until I heard him crying to his mother for assurance that this final phase of WWII was a lie.
While the holocaust survivor guide was quite gracious to all under the circumstances, I felt the shock of witnessing this twist of fate. I then watched the little boy’s mom come over to comfort her son as all were disbanding. She leaned over maternally hugging her child and she whispered calmly in an all too clear voice that he was correct, that this last display was the lying propaganda of the Jews.
That night I prayed for Israel, for those that seek her destruction and for those who deny the evil that is part of humanity.